Good maude, what a day.

Work continues to be insane. By the end of the day, for a number of reasons, I was in a black, black mood, and spent the entire trip home sort of observing the patterns of my nastiest brainmice while maintaining an odd little internal commentary about the contrast between manic and depressive states in terms of point of reference. Still can't tell if this is a true depression coming on, but I'm rather dreading that it might be. Also spent a while thinking about how knowing what's going on, and being able to recognize all the patterns and critique them doesn't really make depression suck any less. I got home and headed right back out again to help a friend with an emergency move from a psychotic landlord (no, really. J spent part of the day in the ER because said landlord intentionally backed into her in her Buick). Just got home. grf is in the middle of packing. I desperately need to sleep, but I'm not wound down enough yet. I can nap at the drop of a hat, but actually falling asleep for the night usually requires wind-down time for me. Still, I'm home, and I've at least been distracted enough that my mood has improved substantially.

Also, way behind on emails and such. Here's hoping life converges in such ways tomorrow that I can actually get caught up a little.